Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
With boldest heart and ever-quickened wit, The ESTP, a storm in laughter's guise, Through life they charge, with problems to behit,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With wit as sharp as rapier's thrust and keen, The ESTP, a storm of vibrant might, Embraces action, scorns the things unseen,
What is there to be afraid of, really? Have we not, as the mighty human species, learnt enough from the world, from Nature, from ourselves, to void any such fears that can arise?
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Poets
My drugged gray matter grips my hand, commands me to understand. Disjointed murmurs spill from my lips, like a paint can pouring
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
This prose will always be derivative of something else I'm always etching into someone else's stone Laying my claim to famous tombs
By Rowan Riley3 years ago in Poets
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Among blossoms' flight, Golden hues adorn the sky, Nature's dance takes flight.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Embracing the darkness Calling out my name, Leaves goosebumps on my flesh. I won’t run and hide in fear. Promise me, you’ll fight to stay alive
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️3 years ago in Poets
In realms where ink bleeds truth untrue, We meet the fictions, born anew. With whispered words and painted guise, They weave a tapestry that lies.
By Murali3 years ago in Poets
With leader's heart and mind, the ESTJ, A soul of duty, ever strong and sure, They orchestrate with purpose, clear and true,
With leader's heart and mind, the ESTJ, A steadfast soul, by duty's call they rise, Their gaze unflinching, fixed upon the prize,
Only God knows The bottom of a heart The depth of a soul The stroll of a thought Back and forth! To and fro! Only God hears
By Stephen Lightpen3 years ago in Poets
